One

A ticket lies in my inbox. Waiting, biding its time, singing its sweet siren songs. We sat in their courtyard drinking Coke and speaking of jazz clubs, and the spark in his eye ignited my veins. There is a certain hum in unexpected evenings, there is a reminder of Life to live and mad souls to bring along for the ride. 

The Escape key on my computer has fallen off. 

I wore it down. I regretted nothing.